Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 49

1112 hours

Jimmy

I hold Trent's hands behind his back, handcuffing them and shoving his head down forcefully.

"You piece of shit," I growl, and Trent laughs.

"I just got rid of two more soldiers. I think I'm qualified as worse than a piece of shit at this point!!"

My eyes flare, and I bring my knee up to his stomach, and he gasps. Bringing the hard-cap part of my pants up again, I grit my teeth.

"SHUT YOUR MOTHER FUCKING MOUTH, YOU ASSFUCK!! You don't know what you've done!!!!" I yell aggressively, and Trent smirks, blood running from his nose where my knee happened to hit him.

"Don't I? I know I just threw the dying body of Corporal David West into Boston Harbor, and I know that I sent Sergeant Logan Walker on a suicide dive after him." He taunts, and I clench my fists, raising one to swing, but Jackson holds my hand back.

"Calm down, son. I know we all want to beat the tar of out him, but at this point, nothing will do any good." He calms, and I sigh.

Then a sound comes from the water, and my head jerks to see Logan burst above the surface, making my eyes widen. He holds David, his arm wrapped around his waist.

Trent's eyes narrow infuriatingly.

"He's not dead?!....." He mutters through gritted teeth.

"LOGAN!!!" Merrick yells, and he and some of the soldiers run into the water, grabbing both him and David, dragging them out. Logan falls onto the shore, coughing and gasping for air, his body weak. He turns to his side, and his eyes widen when they fall on David.

My heart stops when I see his unmoving body, and I turn to Jackson.

"Take this piece of shit," I say, shoving Trent towards him, then sprint down the dock to the water's edge. Jumping over the rocks, I skid to a stop next to Logan and David. Logan is trying to give David CPR, screaming as he does.

"GET UP, DAVID!!! PLEASE!!!"

My throat closes up when I see the large stain of blood on David's side and the crimson stained rocks beside him. Shaking my head slowly, I feel my breathing shake.

"No...David...." I fall to my knees and press on David's side. Logan glances up at me, then continues CPR.

"Come on, David, c'mon!" He says through quick breaths.

Clark meets my eyes and shakes his head solemnly. I bite my lip, looking down at my friend.

"No...he's gonna be okay....he has to live through this...." I murmur quietly.

Logan presses down on David's chest again, once, twice, then leans down, sending a breath of air into his mouth. Thomas' eyes are pained as still no response is given. Logan shakes his head.

"Please..."

Pushing again, his eyes are determined. He blows another breath into David's mouth, then a small cough comes from David, water spewing from his mouth.

Logan's eyes widen, and he lifts David's head as he coughs again, the water in his mouth dripping down his chin. He breathes lightly and faintly, then looks up at Logan with half-open eyes.

"..Logan..?.." He chokes out, and Logan nods, smiling with relief.

"Yeah, buddy. I'm here. I've got you." He comforts, and David nods slowly as John runs over. He immediately pulls out a bandage, wrapping gauze around the bullet wound as fast as he can. David flinches, but not much, his strength diminished.